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Always the good girl But like most good girls With a weakness for bad boys, Dangerous boys making me a bad girl. An intelligent and elegant woman With a simmering sexuality beneath Never fully expressed with lovers Though still surprising them With my sensuality - until you. Until you. You charmed me as bad boys do. You knew what was there Inside of me, even if I...Read On

There is so much between us That does not need saying As we intuit thoughts And our shared desire Authentic conversation Punctuated by raucous laughter Hopes, dreams and fantasies All seem possible with you. You are romantic and warm Lavishing me with affection Arousing me always To love you and make love. You are strong and seductive Overwhelming me As I...Read On

I regret nothing - with apologies to Edith Piaf for stealing the title of her iconic song.

We all have a past A bank of memories Both happy and sad Of love and passion Excitement and delight Loss and heartbreak. Je ne regrette rien. Fleeting encounters Where impetuosity overcame reason Fuelled by intense desire Being mutual objects of lust Like a flash of lightning Incandescent, hot, ephemeral And soon gone. Je ne regrette rien. Having been...Read On

I would lay beside you, always touching you, your hand in mine, our shoulders touching. Then you sit between my legs, your back against my chest, sharing the same view, hearts mere inches from each other. I am free to kiss your neck, and nibble your ear, free to stroke your tummy, and to smell your hair. And we savor each moment. So close, you arouse me, and...Read On

He had made her suffer with his words, and now she was going to get him back...

This story only available on Lush Stories. Dedicated to a humble man and a lovely friend. It isn’t every day one wins the chance to meet one’s favourite writer, and the women of certain lusty circles had been ready to scratch each other's eyes out over the charity competition. For a mere 3,000 (or $4653.90) donation, anybody with the cash and will to write a poem could enter and be in with...Read On

This poem only available on Lush Stories. I don’t need to look into your eyes to see your soul, boy. I close my own. I hear your words oozing into me, The hot, sticky pre-cum-laden juices Overflowing from me with hot passions. Deep words thrust deeper Into my aching pussy And make me moan and scream With the pleasure you plunge into me, Your hands sliding over me, Kneading my breasts and...Read On

This story available only on Lush Stories. Ah, that oft-used, ill-used word “vanilla”. Vanilla essence, vanilla pods, vanilla custard… Sometimes, she supposed, a lass just wants a bit more spice in her life. Perhaps not so much that it requires the toilet roll to be left in the fridge overnight, but just enough to bring on the tingling lower regions' burn that speaks of a flavoursome...Read On

The change in your breathing is barely perceptible as I begin to survey familiar territory. My thumbs massage the arch of your foot. I take your toes in my mouth and suck them one by one... A faint moan floats from the distance as my lips nibble at the crisp hair of your calf. Your knees form mountains under the sheets and I wriggle there in exploration. My fingers lightly skim...Read On

This poem only available on Lush Stories The grey skies of the morning howl the dawn’s awakening screams; The lacklustre pearl scuds across the moors of my dead hope As the wind claws my hair from the band that holds it back. I hide between the rocks that can’t shelter me from the cold; I shiver with the memories of ancient days of loneliness. The barren rolling hills stretch for...Read On

When being bored and sleepless led to the most beautiful experience I have had so far...

This story only available on Lush Stories . If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. I’ve always been a bit of a loner. Even in my daydreams, which largely featured a handsome prince who saw me completely differently to how I really am, more time was spent waiting and dreaming of him in those solitary imaginings than I did actually with him in them. I believe that was...Read On

What happens to Cinderella in the VIP area at a Royal Ball of Bondage?

This story only available on Lush Stories The Grimm Brothers perpetuated a mythic fairy tale that depicted a down-trodden teenager who was magically transported into a life of romance, royal living, and happiness when her prince finally fell in love with her. Ancient documents have now come to light that tell a different story: Once upon a time, there was a sexy young woman who lived in...Read On

This story only available on Lush Stories. “You’ve been a naughty girl.” The deep bass of his voice resonated low and sinister in her left ear, a shock of peppery fear oozing from the pit of her stomach, up into her chest, making her heart race and her face glow with a spread of crimson blush. A thrill of dread coldly washed over her, and he stepped closer so that she could feel his...Read On

You overwhelm me with your need as you pull me too close and steal my breath with your lips. Your hands tear at my body as I moan for your love. That mouth... oh my god. that mouth sucks my breasts as if to drain them of life. The entrance you crave is wet in spite of all efforts because I need you and hate that need at the same time. You slide through the folds ...Read On

I unclasped my dress and let it fall to the floor as I stood naked in front of my neighbors.

After another busy hectic day, I settled down in front of the television to relax for a few minutes before bed. Watching the local news, I was intrigued by the promotion for the upcoming news program Nightline. Tonight’s program would have a report on “Hooking Up With Strangers.” I decided to stay up a little later than usual to watch the broadcast. Apparently, according to this report, it is...Read On

You tell me, "Come close," and I cannot resist. The music and my desire are all for you. My hands touch your waist and slide under your shirt...... your skin like fire under my seeking hands. Mouth kissing.... tongue tasting the corner of your mouth, your chin, your neck. My clothes have fallen away except for the black stilettos that drive you crazy and...Read On

The sky blue air is clear and cloudless and the day is like no other. You have left me on the beach where we shared touch and breath and the very essence of life. I watch as you leave a trail in the sand. Your ass is an object of male beauty. Suddenly I giggle and roll to cover my body in the moist warmth of our loving nest. Grains of sand make beach freckles ...Read On

White sand beaches breathe themselves into existence. Paint spreads in swaths of purple and blue as the sunset becomes a part of this live canvas. Stars spill wishes into the cupped sliver of moon. My brush moves faster as a body takes its place in the foreground. My heart beats in the colors and textures. Love paints the face I adore but it turns away to look down the beach ...Read On

It seems so crass to say it, But I love your cock. I love to touch it when you are asleep. Did you know that? I feel it enlarge ever so slightly And smile to myself. I have dangerous power Even in my fingers. I love your cock When you are in the shower, Wet and soapy, And there are drops Falling from its tip. Did you know I search for a reason to be In the bathroom Almost every time...Read On

Words written to her ex-lover by his mistress on learning that he is leaving her

Well you said your wife's a liar when she said your prick's no use. But on the subject of your penis she was tellin' you the truth. I don't need seven inches or an eleven inch surprise. But man oh man, your dick's just small, it's hardly any size. I like a cock that's meaty, a cock that's thick, a cock thats round. But when you dropped your trousers, a joke is what I found ...Read On

For all the women who have said of their spouse, 'Good husband, Great dad, crap lover'.

You can call me complete bastard, that's certainly your right. You can call me an adulterer, you could even start a fight. You didn't want to fuck her, so I took her instead. I had her in your kitchen, on your stairs and in your bed. And even when you're in her cunt, I fuck her in her head. I showed her sex that's tender, and I've shown her sex that's rough. I listened to her...Read On

My husband and I were sitting around on a Friday night having a few drinks and talking. I have always known my husband, like most men, was a voyeur and enjoyed watching other people have sex. It wasn’t until this night that I learned that he wanted to secretly watch me with another man. Not really sure how to respond, I just let it fall by the wayside and didn’t think much more of it. ...Read On

A potential girlfriend tries to prove that she can live up to my dirtiest fantasies

About 6 years ago I was just getting out of a long relationship. We had been together for four years and although it was obviously sad I had seen it coming for months and to be honest I was quite relieved when it finally ended. I went back to university after that summer for the new term with a feeling of adventure and freedom, I went out more, had more fun, and felt happier than I had for...Read On

I knew that day that this was it, That we would end up together. A simple vocabulary change was all that it was, But it's a moment I'll cherish forever. We've talked of our future before; The future that seemed so far away. Too early for the commitment I was sure I wanted, Left only to dream of 'One Day'. It changed as soon as I used that word; You smiled and told me you liked it....Read On

on you I rest like a tiny shell on the tip of a sandy, wet fingertip at the beach..... it is a fearful thing, my dearest heart. this power you have over me is like breath that can blow that shell away and make me a castaway forever in the surf which softly curls up over our feet. I resent and crave that breath-- the tension of knowing how one careless moment ...Read On

I used to fantasize about running my fingers through his sandy-blonde hair while I sat in his class

Mr. Harrington was my favorite teacher in high school. He was twenty-three and in just his second year of teaching. He was only six years older than me when I was in his English class. He was the most handsome man, with the most incredible sparkling blue eyes, I had ever seen. I still clearly remember how I used to fantasize about running my fingers through his sandy-blonde hair while I sat...Read On

I guess I was a little slow in becoming sexually active, at least that is the way it felt listening to almost all my friends describe all the encounters they had had with the much discussed 'Penis'. It seemed like every time I got together with my friends, who were sixteen or seventeen too, the subject always turned to boys and everyone seemed like they had a new experience with a boy to share. ...Read On

Pining is such an old fashioned word and yet, it is truly my experience. I rock on my front porch, fan myself languidly, and sigh. My desire is that you come sit beside me on my porch swing and hold my hand as we talk quietly about the events of the day. I thirst for sweet tea and the sight of lightning bugs and your kiss at the corner of my mouth. My...Read On

We sit on my bed, watching TV. Some reality show is on, barely holding my attention. I get up suddenly and switch off the TV. You protest. “I’m bored,” I say. “Let’s play a game.” Intrigued, you agree. I open my dresser drawer and reach inside. I come up with my hands behind my back. “Pick a hand.” You choose and I drop a pair of plain cotton briefs on the bed. “You chose well,” I say....Read On

“Do you want to touch it?” My best friend stands in front of me, his hard cock arc-ing above the waistband of his boxers. He takes a step towards me, and it bobs up and down. I suppose this should feel weird. We know each other so well that we’re practically brother and sister. And although I had always hoped that my first time would be with someone I loved and trusted, I never thought it...Read On